ah?The palace fighting system can also cultivate immortality

Chapter 155 Heading to the Nine Yang Sect

There are not many routes that fly to the western desert, and the fastest one arrives in seven days.

This is also the reason why Du Xinghe set off early.

People can scout the location, but the flying boat route will not help her to do so. If she really needs to fly there on a sword, she will be foolish with her family.

As they were going to spend a week at the market, Xinyue rented two upper rooms at Chengtian Inn and returned to her master with the keys.

Du Xinghe took the key and walked towards the stairs: "Only two upper rooms left?"

When she passed by the front desk, the innkeeper happened to hear these words, with a puzzled look on his face. He was about to say that there were not many upper rooms in his inn, but they were all empty at this moment, so there were definitely more than two rooms... When the words came to his lips, his mouth opened, but he was stared at by Xinyue and swallowed them back.

Who is it?

He gave a kind reminder, but was glared at fiercely. The shopkeeper shut his mouth in grievance.

The inn has three floors, and the top floor is full of spacious and bright rooms.

The corridor was quiet, and all the doors of the rooms were open. It didn't look like they were full of people. With Du Xinghe's current state, he knew how many living people there were around without even trying to sense them. He laughed, "You're naughty."

Xinyue raised her head and looked at Du Xinghe. Where was the fierce look on her face as she glared at the shopkeeper?
Xinyue said hesitantly, "Master, please stay in one room by yourself, and Shenshui and I will stay here."

There happened to be a big tree behind the inn, and she would drive Shenshui to sleep on the tree.

Du Xinghe said that was not necessary: ​​"Just stay with me, how can I do without you serving me?"

Hearing this, Xinyue smiled brightly.

She likes being ordered around by her master, which makes her feel safe and secure that she is needed by her master.

The market was very lively. Living on the third floor, one could hear the noise outside. However, the Immortal Alliance Competition was approaching, and neither of them thought of going out for a stroll or playing. After renting a room, Du Xinghe sat cross-legged in meditation. Before he entered into meditation, he remembered: "Call Shenshui back. I got some treasures in the secret realm. I'll share them with you two."

"Okay, I'll go right away."

Xinyue found the ginseng water standing under the town sign at the entrance of the town.

Shenshui turned back into human form, and her graceful back made passers-by look back frequently. The uncle who was selling buns at the stall had his ears twisted twice by his wife, and his ear shells were twisted red.

Sometimes Xinyue suspected that this water monkey had a kind of charm that she couldn't see.

"What are you staring at here?"

She went over and patted his shoulder.

"Senior sister!" Shanshui pointed at the two portraits on the list and said, "Look at the one drawn by this female cultivator. Does it look like our master?"

Xinyue raised her head in the direction he pointed.

The portraits of the two people on the list both look outstanding, and the woman looks extremely familiar.

Others might not notice it, but since they were together day and night, they recognized each other at a glance.

Xinyue: "..."

She is familiar with this posture.

When her master rescued her from Xuan Nation, she was wanted by the emperor for a long time, and her skyrocketing value has not dropped to this day. This list is not for Du Xinghe, but out of fear of offending Emperor Ying Cang, the Five Elements Sect was very polite, only hoping that she would come to the sect as a guest again, or contact her through the communication jade book, and talk things out before it’s too late to break up.

She whispered:
"There must be a misunderstanding, and Master has been wrongly accused by a villain."

"But, we shouldn't go out before we get on the flying boat these few days."

He was afraid that there might be sharp-eyed and sharp-eared monks nearby who might hear him.

……

After returning to the inn, the two told their master what they saw on the list.

After hearing this, Du Xinghe told the two of them what he had experienced in Liuyang Pond, without surprise.

Sword Spirit: "I didn't wrong you, I beautified you."

Du Xinghe bent his fingers and flicked the sword: "You are prejudiced against me."

"In the Torch-level secret realm Liuyang Pond, the most dangerous thing was not the battle with Yun Yongshu... it was the glance I took behind the door..."

Having said this, Du Xinghe paused.

When she recounted her own experiences, she always managed to make the thrilling life-and-death moments sound like going to the vegetable market to buy vegetables. She would step out of the situation to analyze and evaluate her own rights and wrongs in the battle, and she would describe them lightly, as if she was not caring about life and death.

But when she talked about the scene behind the door, she stopped.

The originally black eyes flickered, as if someone had injected a pump of purple paint into them, the purple color was about to drip, and the face was frozen.

Just trying to remember gave her a splitting headache.

The five golden pills began to move involuntarily, and her pupils were shining - she didn't believe it, and opened her mouth, trying to translate the fragments in her mind into words, but this aggravated her headache, and her newly grown left ear turned red.

"Behind the door, I saw it, I saw it..."

The more Du Xinghe wanted to say it, the more he couldn't say it.

In other words, at her current state, she should not be able to see or understand it. She vaguely felt that it was not something harmful, and it was not a very ugly and cruel scene beyond her acceptance, but... it was an overload.

Half of Yun Yongshu's body fell behind the door, and he was stretched beyond recognition.

Whatever was behind the door wasn't trying to hurt him.

However, neither his physical body nor his golden elixir could withstand the energy behind the door.

Du Xinghe just took a look from a distance and his heart was shaken.

"Master, what's wrong with you?"

Du Xinghe couldn't see her current state, Xinyue couldn't help but hold her shoulders: "Master, if you don't want to say it..."

Then don't talk about it, she is not that curious.

But there happened to be a particularly curious monkey next to him.

"What did Master see behind the door? The Jade Emperor fighting the Seven Fairies?"

Shenshui listened with great interest as if he were telling a story, but when he found out there was no further text, he became anxious and even made a vulgar assumption that would cause Emperor Donghua to send down ten thunderbolts to kill him.

Crossing the Galaxy: "..."

No wonder it is said that swearing is useful when you encounter a ghost.

Shenshui's words were so vulgar that they interrupted Du Xinghe's magical memories. The purple in her eyes faded away, she regained her clarity, and her body temperature gradually returned to normal.

"come here."

Du Xinghe waved expressionlessly.

"Okay, Master, here I come!" Shanshui stretched his head over obediently, and was almost beaten back into ape form.

When he covered his head with tears in his eyes, Du Xinghe shared the treasures she had obtained from the secret realm with him. She kept the materials for herself to make pills and talismans: "This cold jade cushion has the effect of calming the mind and focusing the spirit. If you drink water and your mind is not calm, you can use this to meditate."

"The Sound Condensing Pill comes from a very old recipe. I don't understand it, so I'll ask Master Rong Yu to taste it later. But I've tested the finished product and it's suitable for cultivators. It's just right for your "Mystical Divine Sound"..."

Du Xinghe guessed that the original owner of Liuyang Mansion liked to hold banquets to entertain guests, and there was always a troupe of actors in the mansion, and he was more demanding and picky about vocal music, so he collected this kind of obscure and niche recipe. The Five Elements Sect disciples who were able to enter the inner courtyard to explore in the past did not take a fancy to it, which was a bargain for her.

As she was speaking, there were sounds of gongs and drums outside, and then there was a whoosh and an explosion above.

"Are there monks fighting?"

Du Xinghe stood up and opened the window, and saw a blazing fire.

The open sedan chair carried the local idol, and the townspeople were responsible for carrying the sedan chair and holding torches to light the way. The surrounding area was decorated with lanterns and colorful lights, making the place very lively.

Just now Du Xinghe thought it was the sound of monks fighting, but it turned out that someone was organizing a fireworks display in the core area of ​​the market.

"Master, I brought up the boiled water."

Outside the door, the waiter knocked.

The price of the upper rooms is much higher than that of ordinary rooms, which includes the cost of boiling water with firewood. The waiter will carry a full wooden barrel of water boiled to the appropriate temperature to the third floor for the guests to enjoy.

Du Xinghe snapped his fingers and the door opened.

The waiter was accustomed to such magical powers. He pushed the wooden barrel in with a respectful smile and put it down with a grunt.

"Is today a festival?" Du Xinghe asked.

The waiter was stunned by the question, then smiled and said, "Today is Emperor Ying Cang's birthday, and we invited him to come out for a stroll. If he enjoys the stroll, he will bless us with good weather and good harvests this year. He is on parade now, so if you haven't seen him, you can still see him from the window when we send him back along the way."

All three of them were quiet.

But the sword spirit couldn't hold it back, and a chuckle came from the scabbard.

The waiter misunderstood and asked with a smile: "So the immortal also knows Emperor Ying Cang? I thought only our locals knew about his legend."

"You believe in Emperor Ying Cang?"

Du Xinghe recalled that when he first arrived in the desert by flying boat, he had heard the legend that the tomb of Emperor Yingcang of the ancient Cang Dynasty was buried in the desert. He just didn't expect that it would be passed around and become like a god in the hearts of the local townspeople, and they even held birthday celebrations and incense offerings there.

"It's a rare occasion when it's lively. Not only did they bring him out to get some fresh air, but they also brought other gods."

According to the waiter, almost all the places in the desert where people can live and have wells are from the Cang Dynasty.

The infrastructure built by the predecessors is enjoyed by the later generations. To the simple mortals, it is equivalent to gods. So they offer incense and express gratitude to the Emperor of Cang Dynasty: "If Emperor Ying Cang were still alive, we would be richer than we are now, and we would not be reduced to this lawless area."

Seeing that the immortal did not ask any more questions, the waiter tactfully left and said, "When the water is used up, the immortal can call me to take back the wooden barrel."

Du Xinghe sat by the window.

The fire and fireworks outside the window were reflected in her dark eyes, like a cluster of dancing fireworks.

"Today is His Majesty's birthday? He didn't even tell me."

Xinyue took the opportunity to sit next to her master: "By the way, when is Master's birthday?"

Previously on Lihuo Island, Xinyue saw Master's former senior brother Xue Yanguang enthusiastically buying a birthday gift for his junior sister, and then she thought of how Master never mentioned her birthday. She secretly regretted that she was not thoughtful enough... But it was not Xinyue's fault. The village was poor and there were many people. If everyone celebrated their birthday and had a good meal, would they still want to celebrate? At most, they could just cook an egg for the birthday boy.

Du Xinghe said she didn't remember: "What's the point of remembering it? To predict the horoscope for this week and the most compatible zodiac sign? I'm afraid it will be used by evil people to perform witchcraft."

When the gods were being sent back to the palace, she glanced from afar at the pagoda bone statue made by the townspeople for Emperor Ying Cang.

The head tube carved from camphor wood is huge, and the frame woven from bamboo strips is also very wide, making His Majesty look like a double-door refrigerator. The townspeople worked hard on the appearance of the deity, painstakingly drawing the most solemn appearance they imagined, a very kind and amiable white-haired old man.

"Ha ha,"

The townspeople carried the statue as it passed the inn, with the head tube just within arm’s reach of the window.

"Not at all."

Du Xinghe couldn't help but stretch out his hand and pointed at the air.

Starlight bloomed from her fingertips and gathered on the top of the statue.

In the blind spot of all the townspeople, a delicate and small ice and snow crown was placed on the head of the statue of Emperor Ying Cang: "Happy birthday, Your Majesty."

At the same time, Emperor Ying Cang, who had escaped into the Xinghe Palace and hid there relying on his great magical powers, naturally also noticed the movement outside.

He never went to places where mortals gathered, and he had no idea that he had been rumored to be a god.

It's ridiculous.

If he hadn't been afraid of arousing Du Xinghe's suspicion, Emperor Ying Cang would have wanted to kick the waiter out as soon as he opened his mouth.

Du Xinghe said happy birthday to him and put a small crown on him, which touched him very much.

But logically speaking, he should be able to feel it when mortals praise his name and celebrate his birthday.

There is only one reason why Emperor Ying Cang knew nothing about this for so many years. That is...

Today is not his birthday at all!
Not only is the image completely fictitious, the birthday date is also fabricated!!

But, but——

Du Xinghe gave him a small crown?

Emperor Ying Cang felt that he could be reborn on a good day.

Like today, it’s pretty good.

……

Before the little crown melted, a group of people from the Five Elements Sect arrived in the town, looking for Du Xinghe and Yun Yongshu.

Elder Zhao felt that there was little hope: "If they wanted to escape, they would not wait for the flying boat. Wouldn't it be safer to fly to a farther place on a sword? I don't think they would stay in the town."

"The Sect Master has spoken, so let's investigate."

As an old sect in the desert, the Five Elements Sect also has many connections in the town. The talismans drawn by their sect are very popular among caravans and guides. It didn't take them long to find out who the cultivators who came to the town today were.

Among them were the three masters and apprentices Du Xinghe.

Upon hearing that a sword cultivator was staying at the inn, Elder Zhao perked up and brought his disciples to visit.

The group from the Five Elements Sect arrived quietly on the third floor of Chengtian Inn.

Du Xinghe guessed that someone might come to see her.

She had already taken out the "Liuyang Mansion Immortal Banquet Picture" from the mansion and posted it outside the door.

Ever since the Yi Mansion recognized her as its master, she also had the right to use this magical portrait and could choose who to suck in. Mortals passing by would only think that the painting was extremely exquisite, making people stop to watch and linger, and would not be sucked into the portrait.

She also changed some of the structure and rules of the banquet.

The host of the banquet changed from the middle-aged monk to her.

All monks who are sucked into the portrait and who harbor ill will towards her and attempt to attack her will be entangled and imprisoned by ink.

Du Xinghe gave this item to Emperor Ying Cang for inspection, and he identified it as a rare ancient space magic weapon that could confine cultivators two levels higher than her, but it could only confine them for about half a month, and its capacity was limited. The reason she was able to wake up from the hallucination was largely due to her purple wisdom pupils that could see through false images. This was a gift from heaven, and most ordinary cultivators would get lost in it.

She used it as a trap.

I just didn't expect it to come in handy on the first night.

Before Elder Zhao and his two disciples knocked on the door, they were sucked into the portrait and turned into three panicked banquet guests. They were warmly entertained by the host of the banquet. In the intoxicating singing and atmosphere, they forgot their original purpose and even learned how to play truth or dare, grab fingers and pass ice cubes.

The next day, Du Xinghe finished his practice and opened the door, just like checking fly paper, and saw the three of them were still having a party time on the canvas.

"Hiss, it really came."

She pondered.

I originally had a little hope that I could wait here until the flying boat landed, but now I have to change my plan.

Du Xinghe thought for a moment, then entered the Xinghe Palace and asked Cang Hengzi for a flying magic weapon.

Cang Hengzi was enjoying the abundant spiritual energy in the secret realm, so he was very generous to her and took out his best kept spiritual leaf boat. "It has a fast speed, a large space, and can transform and hide itself, but it lacks the ability to tear through space, so it can only do short-distance earth-shrinking jumps. The fuel I added last time was only enough for it to be used fifty times, so you can use it up yourself... But the flying boat is difficult to drive! Usually I will hire someone else to drive it, and if you don't know how to drive it, you'd better fly over with your sword."

Cang Hengzi did not look down on Du Xinghe.

However, the flying boat is different from ordinary flying magic tools. The latter only replaces the wings and takes people to the sky, while the former involves space magic.

The large flying boats of legitimate chambers of commerce are often engraved with dense spell inscriptions and spiritual charms, which are used for space teleportation. At the same time, the building materials must be strong materials that can withstand space storms.

If going from place A to place D requires passing through places B and C, a good large flying boat can directly tear through space, withstand the space storm, and land on place C.

Those who are a little bit inferior can also jump directly to place B.

The difference can be as much as ten thousand spirit stones.

Du Xinghe took the token and released the three people to an open desert outside the town.

Following a shock of spiritual power, an ice-blue spaceship appeared out of thin air in front of the three people. The hull was surrounded by strange emerald green leaf patterns, and the inscriptions were flowing with mysterious and magnificent colors. The branches and leaves hid the hull of the spaceship, which then turned into clouds and mist.

No one would notice if there was one more or one less cloud in the sky.

"Use the Spirit Leaf Boat to fly to the next Chamber of Commerce station and board the flying boat eight days later."

After calculating the voyage, Du Xinghe came to this conclusion.

The two young apprentices boarded the boat and looked around.

The sword spirit also flew out from her waist, looking at this and touching that: "This thing is worse than flying with a sword! Why don't we drive directly to the Immortal Alliance Competition's base and kill the other contestants!"

Du Xinghe: "Your suggestion is very good. Don't make suggestions again next time."

She had never learned how to fly a flying boat, but fortunately, cultivators above the Jindan stage could naturally master the laws of space. She sat in the navigator's cabin, and the formations around her lit up, enveloping her.

At this moment, her body and mind merged into one with Lingye Boat.

Closing his eyes, as the Lingye Boat glided through a cloud, Du Xinghe could even feel the slight dampness brought by passing through the clouds.

I became very big, and was in myself, flying in the sky.

Ling Yezhou made a space jump with precise amplitude. She only had fifty times the energy. The desert was too big and the distance to the next Chamber of Commerce was far. She had to use the energy wisely and there could not be any error.

Seeing her concentration, the sword spirit flew over to harass her, but she didn't even open her eyes and just said:

"If I take the wrong route, I will have to fly the rest of the way on my sword."

"And he brought that monkey and Xinyue with him."

The sword spirit immediately became as quiet as a chicken.

Every time she turned the rudder, every time she crossed a space crack, clear lines and numbers appeared in Du Xinghe's sea of ​​consciousness. She identified the course with precise mental arithmetic that cultivators below the Jindan stage could not understand, and then made the optimal solution while minimizing energy consumption.

If Cang Hengzi saw this scene here, he would definitely sigh at the gap in talent between people, which is really like a chasm.

After observing quietly for a while, the sword spirit couldn't help but mutter: "It's a pity that you don't become a weapon refiner."

Unlike simple spells such as shrinking the earth into an inch, each space jump of the flying boat consumes huge energy and causes more intense space backlash, just like finding the right piece of driftwood in a turbulent river.

This kind of talent is most suitable for refining equipment.

Du Xinghe didn't know that she had accidentally chosen the best way to escape the Five Elements Sect's pursuit - hundreds of talismans were searching for her, and dozens of space storms had torn her traces into pieces, making it impossible to trace them.

After fifty space jumps, an inconspicuous cloud stopped above the headquarters of the Shuxun County Chamber of Commerce.

In the Five Elements Sect's search formation, the tall, snow-white figure finally disappeared.

"How could it be? Where did she and Yun Yongyi go?"

"It's fine if I can't find her, but Yun Yongyi once worshipped me as his master, and our fate is closely linked. How can I not find her?!"

In a rage, the Northern Sect Leader crushed the last top-grade tracking talisman with a distorted face.

……

In contrast to the low-key and simple Zhuye Chamber of Commerce, the Chamber of Commerce headquarters in Shuxun County can be described as magnificent and magnificent. There are so many monks that it is not surprising to see so many of them, many of whom have all kinds of strange and bizarre flying magical instruments. On the contrary, it is rare to see ordinary people.

Seeing this, Du Xinghe openly made the Lingye Boat, which had run out of energy, visible, and registered his identity in the jade book with the official guarding the city gate.

Jindan cultivators are highly respected wherever they go. Du Xinghe was used to being around Emperor Ying Cang, and had no intention of restraining her aura. The sheriff who registered her identity was shaking with his hands: "Greetings, senior. May I ask why you came to Shuxun County..."

"I was in seclusion for training before, and was preparing to go to the Immortal Alliance Competition with my apprentice on a flying boat."

Hearing about the Immortal Alliance Competition, the sheriff's attitude became more polite: "Okay, thank you for your cooperation, and I wish you a safe journey."

Xinyue and Canshui, who were following Du Xinghe, were not in any trouble.

When the other monks saw her, they also smiled.

After successfully boarding the flying boat, Du Xinghe breathed a sigh of relief and activated the jade tablet to report the latest developments to his master.

The first person to reply to her was Zheng Tianlu, who was still playing with the jade tablet with great intensity: "Junior sister is finally alive!"

Du Xinghe: "He didn't die before."

Zheng Tianlu: "Not replying to messages is like a death sentence in my mind!"

Du Xinghe was amused and asked him about his recent situation.

The daily life of an alchemist is very orderly, with almost no new things. At most, he finds a new recipe for an elixir. Zheng Tianlu explained it in a few words: "Don't talk about me! I want to hear what Junior Sister did! Is everything going well? Are you leaving for the Immortal Alliance Competition? Will you pass by Lihuo Island on the way? I have refined a lot of elixirs that can strengthen cultivators. You can take them! If it's not on the way, I'll go there!"

Every word and sentence was filled with the brother's care for her.

Du Xinghe felt warm in his heart. While chatting with his senior brother, he also told him about his experiences in the past few days.

Thinking that the matter of the Baiyujing Gate was too strange, she kept silent about it and only said that she encountered a very powerful demon in the Torch-level secret realm and almost died there. But it was a blessing in disguise, as the Purple Extreme Wisdom Eye's ability to detect fakes was stronger than before.

Du Xinghe's words are light-hearted, but if you listen carefully you can still taste the thrilling parts.

After she finished speaking, Master Rong Yu also popped up in the group of teachers and said, "Xinghe is really having a hard time. I asked Xiaolu to bring you all the pills he made. There are also some that I made for you. They are all gifts from my heart. It's not a big deal. He has nothing to do anyway."

Zheng Tianlu found it unbelievable after hearing this.

He was idle anyway, but how could he be idle? He got up before the roosters crowed every day to take care of the herb garden. It was obvious that his invisible farm work was not recognized by his master!

He felt distressed for a moment, but he also knew that his master was afraid that his junior sister would find him troublesome, so he agreed and said, "Yes, I'm so bored in the herb garden every day that I'm about to sprout. I'll go bring you some pills! Where is the Immortal Alliance Competition held this year?"

The Immortal Alliance Competition is like the Olympics, with different sects contracting the venue every year.

Those who are qualified to host this event are all well-known large sects or immortal cultivation families.

This year……

Master Rong Yu: "This year in the Nine Yang Sect."

There was silence in the group.

No wonder the steward of the Jiuyang Sect spoke harshly to her when Du Xinghe left the sect and went down the mountain.

The organizer has to spend more spirit stones than other sects, but as disciples of the organizer's sect, they can get more benefits than disciples of other sects when participating in the Immortal Alliance Competition, and they can secretly "get conveniences" everywhere.

In the eyes of the Jiuyang Sect's chief steward, for a mediocre person like Du Xinghe, being able to rely on the Jiuyang Sect to gain benefits in the next Immortal Alliance Competition is already a great opportunity. He actually quit the sect on his own, which is simply stupid.

No one cared why a mere Qi Refining disciple wanted to leave, and how he was bullied and treated coldly in the sect.

After Zheng Tianlu figured out the grudge between his junior sister and the Nine Yang Sect, he became anxious: "The damn Nine Yang Sect wouldn't do something bad to Xinghe in secret, would they? I don't think any of them are good people!"

He still remembered the expressions of those people from the Nine Yang Sect during the Alchemy Conference.

No, he has to hire a bodyguard to go with him.

If the Nine Yang Sect wanted to do something unfair to his junior sister, he could also bring his thugs to talk to them. Thinking of this, Zheng Tianlu contacted his most useful gold medal escort.

"Yes, this year in the Nine Yang Sect."

Du Xinghe held the jade certificate of communication.

The long text sent by her senior brother lit up, and the light illuminated her face: "They are the ones who should be nervous."

There was no trace of uneasiness in her words, but rather a cheerful mood.

Du Xinghe didn't even think of Ming Zhi, who regarded her as his nemesis.

Instead, I remembered those masters and senior brothers who looked down on me.

They all don't think highly of her, so she has to be the most competitive one.